So, went out for lunch with the teachers after a gruling hot morning watching a boyscout marching compeition.
We went to a place where you order plates of raw meat and vegetables,a nd grill it yourself. Cool, right? Well, the menu wasn't even in english writing (I have a great culinary reader I could have used otherwise), and all the teachers were busy chatting, so I chose one random thing under the meat picture, pointed at it, smiled, and then wondered what the heck it was I ordered. It couldn't be all that bad in any case....
Oh. My. God. They brought me out a big plate of tripe.
I am pretty sure I went white when I saw it. I am not a fan of tripe's texture at all. Let me tell you, it doesn't matter how much you grill it, dunk it in every dipping sauce known to mankind, eat it with any type of veggie, the texture screams through EVERYTHING.
And yes, I ate it all. My own stupidity caused it, and I took my lashes like the adult I am.
If you'll excuse me, I am going to go buy two bags of fried bananas to try and chase the memory of it out of my mouth.
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